From Kickball to Curling Irons

You are probably wondering what this post is about. This post is about how much our grade has changed over the course of a couple of years that I have been at this school. My grade has really matured over the last 4 years that I have been there. But, in this post I will start from 2 years ago!

Sixth grade was the ending point of true childhood in my school years. I remember it was the year before middle school, and everyone was trying to be more mature and act like they are ten times their age. No one really cared about what you looked like or what you were wearing. The plus side was that people still loved games such as kickball. Everyone started wanting a boyfriend. I was not a part of that dream, and I was proud of that. That was the start of many troubles.

Seventh grade was the start of people's cliques and boy urges. Cliques formed and dates started. HW started to pile over our heads. Boys started to notice that girls are noticing them. Soon at the end of seventh grade everyone had a boyfriend. Only a select few (including me and my best friends) didn't. That was the starting point of feeling like a goon. That was the end of kickball and on to more “mature,” activities.

Eight grades is the time of which it is just normal for couples to be kissing in the hall way, or for someone to be hanging on each other as if they were crazy glued together. Every girl in the grade is now wearing make- up and curling or straightening their hair. This year so far is great, but people aren’t being themselves like they should.  

The point of this blog was not to mock people who wear make-up or people who straighten their hair. Personally, I think it is noce that people want to look presentable. The point was to show that people in a school could change rapidly without you realizing. The problem is, that is what life is about, change!

As you can see our grade has gone from a care free world to a self conscious one. That really annoys me that people can’t truly be themselves. I guess it is just something that happens to everyone in middle school that I am not accustomed to.